A JOURNEY

A JOURNEY

Dark, Cold, Desolate
Alone

On a journey
Through a desert

What were they thinking?
What were they feeling?

Isolation
Hope

Fear
Expectation

Loneliness
Comfort

Distress

On the road

Pain

Knocking on this door
That door

No room,
No place

Rejection
Discouragement

Unwelcome

Perseverance
A glimmer
A place to rest
To give birth

Not where they expected
Perhaps not even what they wanted
But still
They were ready

They were pregnant
Due to deliver
To give birth

Is it not the same for us?
Often a solitary journey
One with pain, with sorrow
Rejection as we knock on the doors
To be let in

To have a place of comfort
Perhaps with one another
And sometimes

It comes
where
we least expect it

Alone
Or in a place we would not choose by ourselves
But we have been searching on this journey
This road of life

Sometimes seemingly without hope
In a wasteland
We search for that place
To give birth

For we are pregnant

Expecting with desire

For the Truth

The Answer

Hope never-ending

To live

Now

Are we willing to go
To that place?
To that place we often fear
That place of being alone
Not with a crowd
Not in comfort
But by and with ourselves
And here in this quiet place
Allow the angels themselves
Come to us and say
“Glory to God in the Highest
and peace to all people on earth”
and then
Out of the center of our being

Emerges
the
New Born King!

Will Simpson, December 20, 2010